Only You and Me

by Janice Collins

  “I know you have no underwear on, my dear,” he whispered to her. Tasha felt her face burning. She even felt a stirring at the pit of her stomach. It was a stirring that was recognizable and she knew exactly where it would lead. He was already working her up just with his words.

  As awestricken as he had looked when she was walking down the stairs, he had already been eyeing her. It never took long when he was around for her to feel turned on, not with the way he looked at her and spoke to her. Tonight was no exception, especially because she knew something special was planned for the night of their fifth anniversary.

  Chapter Two

  Michael led her to the dining room where a delicious looking meal was laid out and ready for the two of them. Tasha smiled. She knew they would be eating first, but this wasn’t what she expected. He led her to her chair and walked over to his own once she had settled in. Everything smelled amazing as she closed her eyes and inhaled, relishing in the flavorful scents wafting up from the plates full of hot food.

  All through dinner, the two stared into each other’ s eyes. They made small talk as they went along, but it soon evolved into such interesting conversation they barely even realized what they were eating. It was as if they were able to read each other’s minds. The chemistry between them was stronger than ever and the sexual tension in the air was palpable.

  Tasha gazed into her husband’s eyes and marveled at how fortunate it was that life had brought them together. They stole small kisses over the table as they enjoyed their drinks. The two held hands and stroked each other’s thighs under the table from time to time, sneaking in little winks and sly grins simultaneously full of desire and affection.

  After they had finished eating dinner, Michael suggested they dance a bit. Tasha was surprised at his suggestion, but thought it sounded like a great idea. She loved to dance with him ever since the first time they had. He was great at it and she felt like they were in their own little bubble when they danced.

  Tasha always walked proudly with her arm wrapped in his as they walked down the street or around the dance floor and tonight wouldn’t be any different. As he helped her up from the table, she slipped her arm around his and walked proudly alongside him to the main living room where they would dance to the music he had prepared.

  It was calming music. It wasn’t overly sweet and it definitely wasn’t sad. It was low-key and gentle, the same way he looked into her eyes. The atmosphere was perfectly suited to them ad the music from a different era they loved flowed out from the speakers.

  Michael placed his arms around her waist and they danced slowly, eventually with Tasha’s head resting on his shoulder. Her body started rubbing against his as they moved around the room fluidly to the music calm music. Their bodies generated heat and made both of their pulses quicken in grand opposition to the mood of the music, creating a delightful contrast that only served to arouse both of them and create a certain connection unique to their relationship. That contrast kept them locked in their own little bubble, or even entirely in their own little world.

  During a particularly slow dance, they looked into each other’s eyes with such intense emotions behind them that Tasha couldn’t even make out what she was thinking or feeling. Without saying a word, they both leaned in and kissed passionately while clinging to each other tightly.

  The music stopped. They continued to kiss, more deeply and passionately than at the start. They didn’t even notice the silence that had fallen around them. Michael pulled back slightly and gave her a tender peck on the lips before guiding her back to the foyer. He held her hand tightly and they walked in silence. She knew it would be starting soon and she felt that familiar stirring in her stomach.

  As they approached the foyer, Michael turned to Tasha and kissed her softly. She felt his arms wrap around her to hold her tightly. She could feel the deep desire in his kiss and the way he held her. She kissed him back and melted right into it when his tongue eased into her mouth. Once again, she felt the familiar stirrings deep inside her stomach that started traveling south.

  Leaning against the wall, Michael pressed against her body harder while he continued to kiss her ardently. His hands started to caress her body through the thin fabric of her sexy black dress. She moaned softly, her arms wrapping around his neck as one of his hands moved to caress one of her breasts and pinch her hard nipple. From sheer excitement, Tasha thought she could orgasm right then and there. It was a gift Michael had when he touched her, but it also had a lot to do with what the night signified to the two of them.

  Just as she felt her mind spiraling out of control, Michael stopped. He took a couple steps back and she saw he was smiling mischievously. Tasha gulped and felt her face burning in slight embarrassment and sexual frustration– he knew exactly what he was doing to her. Tasha had the distinct feeling it was going to be a long night but she didn’t exactly mind. As they stood there in silence, Michael looked at Tasha and smiled.

  “Tasha,” he said, “My cock needs some attention.”

  And now it was really starting. Tasha didn’t hesitate. The truth was she had been dying to suck on him all night, even since she was getting ready upstairs. She leaned toward him slowly to undo his pants. She could immediately feel his hardness straining to be freed from out of the pants and boxers.

  Slowly, she took his hard, thick cock out from his pants and the opening of his boxers before dropping to her knees in front of him. She knew exactly what he wanted and how he wanted it. She started off by gently licking and sucking on the swollen head of his cock. She could feel him inch forward and heard a soft groan as soon as she took more of his shaft into her mouth.

  Sucking deeper and longer with each movement of her mouth, she felt her pussy starting to get wet. She twirled her tongue around his head as she sucked on it and took in as much of him as she could. His cock hit the back of her throat and slid down further. She heard his groans of pleasure as she sucked and it made her even more aroused than she already was.

  Tasha felt him pull away slowly and she reluctantly stopped. She looked up at him. She wondered why he had pulled away if he was very obviously enjoying what she was doing. She watched, still on her knees, as Michael walked to the end of the foyer and sat down on the couch.

  “My sweet Tasha,” he spoke quietly. “Take your shoes off for me.”

  Tasha tilted her head slightly and narrowed her eyes in confusion. That was an odd order for him to give. And then it struck her– it was an order. It wasn’t just acting on their ignited passion that had started earlier. It was everything that had already started. Everything they had discussed and, to a certain extent, planned had already started. Michael was just easing her into it. So she straightened up her neck and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath for a moment to adjust to her new role in this exciting new venture.

  She then stood up and took off her glossy black stilettos and stood in front of him, with the heels sitting neatly next to her feet. Michael stood up and walked the few steps over to her, kissing her tenderly as his hand slid around to her back and he started to unzip her sexy, new black dress. He peeled it slowly from her shoulders and let it slide sensually down her body until it lay crumpled in a heap around her feet.

  All the while he did this, he was kissing her softly but not lacking any passion. It was a gentle passion that she found perfectly suited for their anniversary night. Standing in the middle of the foyer kissing Michael, while wearing nothing but a bra gave Tasha a feeling of airiness, almost as if she were floating in that very bubble she loved so much when they danced together.

  Michael pulled away from her enough to look at her exposed body. He took his time to look at and enjoy every curve her body. It was the same body that was now playing the role of his submissive. She marveled at how well he fell into this role despite them only ever having conversations about it.

  She hid the little smirk playing at the corners of her lips as she recalled how detailed they had gone with their planning. She had found him so
endearing during that time in an entirely new way than throughout their entire relationship and marriage. Michael had claimed he wanted to be prepared for it, but she knew it was his way of dealing with being nervous.

  Chapter Three

  “Position one,” Michael ordered with the air of someone who knew exactly what he was doing. Tasha briefly wondered how long he had pepped for this, but quickly shifted away from those thoughts. If this was going to happen, she needed to stop questioning everything and actually go along with it. She really needed to fall into her submissive role the way Michael was falling into this dominant role.

  With that thought and shift in attitude, Tasha assumed the discussed position. Her arms were behind her head and her legs spread. She tried not to be too self-conscious about suddenly being in this position in the middle of their foyer wearing nothing but a bra. She also tried to ignore the way the cold marble floor felt against her body. Despite that, her body was already starting to experience the excitement and thrill of anticipated sexual pleasure in this way. In reality, it was mostly the thrill of engaging in BDSM play with Michael for the first time that was even more arousing to her than anything else.

  Michael stood up and approached her, standing directly in front of her. He stared down at her large breasts, his eyes roving over her enticingly wide hips and finally over her bare pussy. Walking behind her, she could sense him admiring the nape of her neck and the way her back arched naturally. She always suspected he so loved that natural arch of her back because it made her plump ass stand out even more while simultaneously sticking her chest out. She felt proud.

  She was proud to be his wife and she was proud to be so attractive for him. Her body started to feel sensitive as soon as she felt his body move closer to hers because she knew he would soon be touching her. She ached for his touch. She craved every form of contact with him. It was tantalizing in an amazing and torturous way at the same time to be waiting and wanting his touch so badly her body was on the verge of quivering.

  She also knew Michael was fully aware of her waiting for him to touch her. She knew he was all too aware of how badly she wanted him already, even before anything had really started. She knew it pleased him that he could make her feel this way and that he knew just how long he could make her wait to make the experience that much more amazing and pleasurable for her.

  He walked back to stand in front of her and she saw him notice her hardened nipples, eyes moving down to take in the slight puffiness of her labia. She felt her skin flush red with anticipation slight bashfulness. He knelt down in front of her and kissed her hard, his tongue pushing her lips open before sliding into her willing mouth. He had never kissed her quite like this.

  She let out soft moans into his mouth and he responded by reaching up with his hands to cup both of her breasts in his hands. He squeezed them tight before pinching her hardened nipples. He was just the right amount of rough, treading the line between pleasure and discomfort. Tasha moaned a bit louder and while straining to stay in position number one.

  It was exquisitely fun and it felt good to have her breasts treated so roughly by her husband, now her master. She felt his strong hands on her and the way his ardent kissing was draining her of strength in a good way. Still, she fought to remain in position in the commanded position. Her body was trembling from all the pent up arousal. She needed him bad and she needed him soon but she had the feeling this was going to go on for a while.

  That thought only drove her needy desire through the roof. Tasha’s breasts ached for the feeling of his wet and warm mouth. Her pussy was quivering, dying to get all of his attention. As maddening as these thoughts were, she knew that she needed to have more patience to make it through. Michael was going to enjoy making her reach orgasm only when he thought it was time and she just knew he would not rush that tonight.

  Pulling away, he went to the table they kept flowers on in the foyer. He reached underneath it and pulled out a small silver chain. Tasha looked at it carefully for a few seconds before realizing it had nipple clamps on either end of it. She gulped. He walked back to her and bent his head down as he licked each nipple. He then proceeded to suck on them, pulling them toward the back of his mouth while sucking hard and long on each one.

  Tasha moaned loudly, feeling like she could faint from the anticipation and pleasure over the course of the night. He kept sucking on them and eventually even nibbled on each nipple a bit, the sensation going straight down to her pussy and making her even wetter than she already was. The hot coiling in her stomach made her ache. Michael had her stand up with him so he could attach a clamp to each nipple.

  As the silver, hard teeth dug into the sensitive flesh of each nipple she suppressed a little yelp. They were certainly snug on her hardened nipples and she soon felt the pain getting stronger with every passing second. The intensity of the pain succeeded in making Tasha feel hot. It was a combination of mental stimulation and these physical sensations that turned her on to no end, to the point where she even felt her own liquids starting to run down her thighs.

  “Position two,” Michael commanded. Tasha nodded and fell instantly to her knees, leaning back and gripping her ankles. Her large breasts were jutting upward toward Michael, the light of the foyer glinting off the chain of the nipple clamps. He smirked at the sight of it and she found herself wondering how long she would need to keep them on. It was already getting uncomfortable.

  He held up his finger and walked out of the foyer, returning about a minute later holding a sleek, black riding crop. Tasha gulped again. He had really dived right into this after their extensive conversations and she still could not help being taken aback by it. She was committed to falling into her role and she was excited, now more than ever, for what was to come but the element of surprise was not vanishing.

  Chapter Four

  Michael ran the tip of the sleek, black riding crop over both her breasts. It tugged lightly on the chain of the attached nipple clamps. She winced slightly, her eyes immediately darting up to make sure he hadn’t caught the movement.

  “On your hands and knees,” he ordered, pulling the riding crop away from her.

  Tasha complied readily. Once on her hands and knees, her back arched and her plump ass stuck out in the air. Her breasts swayed back and forth slightly from the movement, causing the chain to tug at her nipples. She grit her teeth, determined to hold back from crying and wincing as long as she could. Michael walked around behind Tasha and she knew he was staring and admiring the shape of her plump ass.

  He always loved her ass and never failed to play with it when they had sex. She could only imagine how much fun he planned to have with it now. That was when she felt the crop smack her left buttock. She was sure even just that first smack would end up leaving a red mark on her sensitive skin.

  Tasha couldn’t help it and made a small whimpering noise. It was a sound she was sure Michael would understand and enjoy. He probably knew she was barely in control of her body and any sounds that came from it at that point. The excitement she felt was building quickly but she knew he wanted to go slow with her tonight. They both wanted to make this anniversary night an unforgettable one.

  He smacked her left cheek three more times before he walked around to stand in front of her again. He stared at her as if she was a glorious sight and she wondered if her plump, red ass was still visible to him. She closed her eyes closed and gave way to the full extent of the smacks she had just been given with the crop. This resulted in an expression of pure ecstasy to cross her face.

  She felt the thin veil of sweat that covered her body and imagined how it must shimmer under the lights and drive him crazy. A little groan that escaped from his throat brought Tasha to open her eyes and her gaze landed on his cock, which looked even harder than it had when she had been sucking on it.

  “Tasha,” he said quietly, his voice dripping with a sort of self-controlled desire. “I want you to service me with your mouth.” She suppressed a smile. His thoughts were along t
he same lines of her and she was only too eager to fulfill his request. Her eyes must have lit up because she saw a broad smile on his face when he saw the response to his order.

  Tasha looked up at Michael lovingly, her manner one of complete submission as she crawled over to be right in front of his thick, hard cock already out from his pants and boxers. He was hard and eager for her hot mouth to swallow and please his erection. She licked his cock with the tip of her tongue and she felt it shudder right away. This, in turn, made her own pussy quiver and she felt it hotter and wetter than before. She squeezed her legs together and let out a little moan at the sensation before licking up and down the length of his shaft.

  Then, she started kissing it as she wrapped her hand around the base of the shaft to hold it. Running her tongue round the swollen head of his cock, she opened her mouth and slid it inside to start sucking gently on it. She liked the feel of the smooth skin on her tongue and the taste his sweet precum.